Relationship: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Tags: Angst, Stream of Consciousness, Canon Compliant, Character study

Word count: 1.1k

Summary:

It’s dangerous to want things, and Henry’s out of practice. Or, more truthfully, he hasn’t typically allowed himself to dwell in the depth of that feeling.

But this want is far from typical; it started as a glowing heat in his chest, steadily burning in the years since being ignited by his first encounter with the warmth that is Alexander Claremont-Diaz. Henry became accustomed to keeping the smoulder under control in that time, but having a chance to know Alex in the intimate ways he never dared to imagine has stoked his need for more.

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Or, Henry gets in his head on the way to the lake house.

Letters Addressed to The Fire by Earthseraph

Rating: Teen 

Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together

Summary:

Writing a letter keeps him out of that grave, which means no crying, which means Henry won’t ever see the letter. It’s sound logic. And thus, an identical envelope to the rest, this time addressed to Henry, goes into his locker. Far in the back, with the stack of the four other letters written across the years he’s worked with Zahra.

And Alex forgets about it.

Until a stupid ass decision (getting a bacon, egg, and cheese), made by a stupid ass person (him), lands him in a precarious position (confronting three guys attempting a stick-up), where the potential for everyone he’s ever loved (including Henry) to be handed a dusty letter is exponentially more possible by the second.

i'm taking my very first stab at firstprince after a very long drought from writing literally anything, so here's a little bit from a 5+1 proposal fic that won't leave me alone and also turned a lot more "walk down memory lane" than intended. this is so deeply a first draft it's not even funny, but here goes.

He considers the obvious things like holidays - Fourth of July under the fireworks, Easter during an egg hunt, Christmas in the soft light of the tree, passing right over Valentine’s Day because absolutely not - but everything that comes to mind doesn’t feel like them. Anything public is automatically out of the question, so no grand gestures. Enough of their life together has been stolen from them and made gossip, their own story turned headline, and he knows down to his bones that Henry would want this to be just between them.  All of this to say: he’s low on options. But the more he thinks about it - and if he dedicates any more brain space to this Henry’s going to start asking questions - the more he keeps circling back to the idea of things that are theirs. The things and places that became important, significant on the long winding road to this moment. The places that gave them shelter from the rest of the world, that allowed them to grow into each other even when it seemed like all they’d get were stolen moments in the shadows, making love in hotel suites, blow jobs in tack rooms, and quickies in supply closets. Back when they thought they were just hooking up like any other 20-something men who just couldn’t keep their hands off each other when what they were really doing was falling in love for the first, last, and only time. The longer he sits with the idea, the more he thinks it’s worth exploring, and so he does what helps him most when he gets overwhelmed. He makes a list.

LISTEN. i loved the new clip we got yesterday although zahra almost had a panic attack but some part of me will definitely be mourning the missed opportunity to bring this gem to life...

getting into international relations...